It was only then that Camila realized her smeared lipstick must have raised alarm bells. She feigned composure, masking how she felt. "It's just sweat. I must be on my way now!"

With that, she proceeded toward the elevator.

Standing in the elevator, she caught a glimpse of her smeared lipstick on the wall.

She delicately wiped her lips and donned her mask

Outside the door, Alick stood bewildered. Should he venture inside to confirm?

Perhaps not.

If Isaac had truly endured any form of violation, he would have fled the scene.

Isaac was a grown man and fully capable of looking after himself

Alick needed not to concern himself with that.

With Isaac peacefully asleep and his own restlessness unyielding, Alick thought he should seek solace in a drink to calm his nerves before retiring.

He stumbled on a bar and entered.

The nocturnal realm was now alive, brimming with vitality.

Handsome men and beautiful women intertwined in each other's arms.

The party was a whirlwind of revelry and merriment.

“sir, the Lady would Like to treat you to this glass of whisky.”

The bartender handed him a glass of drink

Seated at the bar counter, Alick followed the bartender's gaze, setting his eyes on a captivating beauty adorned in a camisole and shorts. Raising an eyebrow, he accepted the generous gesture.

He raised his glass, sipping from it.

The beauty approached, her voice filled with flirtation.

“Hey, handsome."

Alick ordered two more glasses of whisky, placing one before her.

“This one is on me."

The beauty smiled, her gaze seductive.

“Care to indulge in some play?" Alick downed the whisky in one gulp and replied, “I'm afraid I'm not interested."

With that, he settled the bill and left.